The unwanted wife.

10

Cal's pov:

After a not-so long drive, I finally parked my car in the garage of our house. The house was modern styled, not too big but not too small. Just perfect for a small family. My dad has great taste I would say.

"Nasan tayo?" She groaned and forced her sleepy, drunk eyes wide open.

I opened the car door for her, she looked confused. And drunk. She looked like a mess.

"We're here. Get up." I said firmly. My hands was still opening the car door for her.

"Ayoko," She turned her body on the other side and got back to sleep.

"Ivy," I called for her which she didn't respond.

"Ivy," My voice a little louder as I shook her awake.

Still, tulog pa rin siya. I just want to get a bucket of water and pour it all over her. But I wouldn't, my car would get wet.

Pang ilang tawag ko na siyang ginising. Tulog pa rin. Is she doing this on purpose?

"Forget it," With my frustration taking over, I closed the door with her still in the passenger seat. She moved a little, pero hindi pa rin gumising.

I turned my body to walk away and left her. A step away, patuloy pa rin ako sa paglalakad palayo. But then I stopped and bit my lower lip frustratingly.

Fuck, I couldn't leave her.

I rushed walking going back to her in the car. I opened it and saw her still comfortably sleeping so deeply. I was questioning who am I when I carried her with both of my arms. I have no other choice. I lifted her up and closed the door with my elbow. I walked my way slowly to the entrance of the house.

"hmmm.."She groaned and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her eyes was still closed. Just how many drinks did that Jackass gave her?

Pagpasok, nagtungo agad ako sa kwarto na bitbit ko pa siya. I placed her slowly on the bed and watched her rolled on her back.

Nakatingin ako sa mga mata niya. Her lashes were full with smudged mascara. And her lips...God, her lips. Nahalikan na ba 'toh nung lalake kanina?

Aalis na sana ako nang bigla niyang kinuha ang daliri ko. Her small hand wrapped my fingers that stopped me from walking away.

"'Yung make-up ko," Said by her husky voice. "tanggalin mo 'yung makeup sa mukha ko."

***

"Dahan dahan lang!" She pouts, with her eyes half opened .

"Pikit ka, and stop moving around." I whispered. Trying to be patient. I kept reminding to myself that I am dealing with a drunk girl.

May hawak akong makeup remover wipes habang ipinapahid ito sa mukha niya. I'm sitting on the corner of the bed just beside her. With her body and face facing me. She lets me remove all the makeup that's left on her face. And my back hurts like crazy.

While wiping off her makeup on her forehead, dahan dahan niyang dinilat ang mga mata niya. She's looking at me right now. She's staring at my face too long that it actually bothered me.

"What?" Tinigilan ko ang pagpunas sa noo niya at tumitig pabalik

"Gwapo mo pala 'noh?" She giggled, drunk.

I swallowed. Hard. And I swallowed again. I cleared my throat and looked away to breath comfortably.

"Ayiee! Nahiya siya," She teased. Sinampal sampal niya ang dibdib ko. Her slaps didn't hurt. It was like a pillow continuously bouncing on my chest.